Chapter 14
Nate
My cock already aches as I step into the room.
Seeing the willing omega bent over the small wooden desk just makes it worse.
Just looking at her makes me rock hard and throbbing with precum leaking from the tip.
My balls clench as I pad across the floor, moving ever closer to my willing prey.
As I get near, the soft scent of pheromones teases me, demanding I give in and fuck the vessel before me.
More beads of precum pearl at my tip as I slowly ease the shirt off my body and onto the floor. This is what I want. This is what I need. Even though I put that I wasn't picky, somehow, I got matched with the one omega who fits everything I've asked for and then some.
Ebony hair sparkles in the twinkling lights. It's soft and wavy, luxurious, far too close for comfort to the omega I'd rather be fucking. I watch her body wriggle in anticipation as she's bent over the unforgiving wood.
Soon, it will dig in just a little too much, and she won't enjoy it. Not that it should bother me. Shucking off the rest of my clothes, I palm my thick erection as I cross the distance between us. My head feels heavy and muddled as I skim my hand across the full swell of her ass.
The skin is warm, smooth, almost too perfect. My thumb traces the dimples at the base of her spine, and she arches, just enough to push back against my touch. Slick, honeyed arousal blossoms from her body, filling the room as she squirms, nearly dripping with need.
My cock jumps, leaking more precum down the shaft as I ache so badly, even the thick veins throb like they're trying to burst. I hate how easy this is. How my body responds to any willing pussy when what I really crave is the forbidden one at home.
It's the pheromones. I'm sure of it. The same thing happens to me each time I go to a clinic. Taking in a deep breath, I allow myself to get lost in the sensation of her soft skin as I run my thumb up and down the seductive curve of her ass.
Soft moans drift from the other side of the desk as I pull at the back of her thong and tug it up slightly, just enough to cause the fabric to glide across her pussy.
A wicked grin crosses my face as I drag the lace through her wetness, making her whimper.
The scent of tangy arousal and slick fills the air as I let it go and dig my fingers into her hips to hold her in place as I skim my cock up and down the cleft of her ass.
She looks so similar to Lila from behind that it's almost criminal. I don't even have to squint to pretend it's her. Growling softly, I continue to grind against her, using her body to fuel my lust.
My mind flashes back to Lila bent over the kitchen counter last week, ass up while she reached for a glass, pajama shorts riding high.
I walked out before I did something stupid, but now, here I am, rutting against a stranger who could be her twin, cock sliding through the crease of her ass as precum smears sticky trails on her skin.
Fuck.
I'm disgusting.
Every slide feels like a betrayal. Her ass is soft, warm, and yielding, perfect for grinding against, perfect for fucking. Unfortunately, too much like what I picture. It's uncanny how similar it feels.
Thick beads continue to leak out, rolling down my shaft to mix with her slick where the thong has ridden up. So wet, so messy, coating both of us. It's obscene, the kind of wet that would soak the sheets if I ever let myself cross that line.
The soft curls around the edges of her lips turn darker and matte against her skin, drawing my attention back to her greedy, hungry pussy.
God, her lips are swollen and glistening through the transparent fabric.
Even that looks too similar. It's a problem, an obsession, a need I'm trying actively to purge.
It's hard when everything about this omega screams familiarity.
I grip her hips harder, fingers digging in until I know she'll bruise, marking her, claiming her, leaving evidence of my touch.
She moans again—soft and needy—and my cock jerks like it's trying to punch through the rough, fancy fabric of her thong to get inside her. Not that it would take much work.
All I'd have to do is slip it to the side, and I'd be able to glide right in, eased by the copious slick.
So easy to bury myself balls-deep in one brutal thrust so I can feel her clench around me.
God, I hate that my body doesn't care who's under me.
I loathe it. Because right now, every thrust forward is me pretending this is Lila bent over, whimpering for her stepbrother to take what he's been denying himself.
My balls are tight, aching, and so fucking full.
I could come like this. I could fucking shoot my load as I rock against a stranger's ass while picturing my stepsister's face buried in the sheets.
Fuck. I could paint her back with rope after rope of thick cum.
The very thought makes bile rise in my throat even as I pulse again.
Gritting my teeth, I smack her ass, giving her a little jolt.
It's certainly harder than I spanked Lila the other day.
I swat the other side, a touch harder this time, desperate to push the fantasy out of my head and revel in this new one I'm making.
Her flesh jiggles at my touch, reddening under the fury of my palm.
Unfortunately, it doesn't work.
Fuck. I have to get my head in the game. I have to focus on the omega in front of me. More importantly, I can't keep pretending she's someone she's not. That way lies madness.
"Someone's been a naughty girl, hasn't she," I groan, pouring my verbal filth onto her as I force myself to concentrate on the omega bent before me. "Looking for a bit of discipline, aren't you?" I snarl as I pull back just enough to smack the tempting ass cheek another time.
This time, however, the omega beneath me freezes as her scent changes to distress. What the fuck changed? It wasn't all that harder than the others. Was it the dirty talk? Based on her forms, she was open to just about anything. Why would that freak her out?
As I pull away, she turns, and just like the horror show this is quickly turning out to be, it's fucking Lila standing there, looking up at me, her eyes a stormy blue as she blinks.
"Nate?" she cries out. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" I sputter. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
I jerk away from her as if I've been burned, but not before she glances down at my painfully engorged cock. Her eyes widen until I'm sure they can't get any bigger.
My dick is obscene. It's thick, veined, and flushed dark red, as my head glistens with even more fucking precum that drips in slow strings to the floor. Swollen and angry, my knot already pulses at the base.
Each step makes my cock bobs angrily. It’s fucking hard as steel despite the ice flooding my veins. Lila stares at it like she's never seen a cock before, lips parted in wonder, mouth forming a perfect O as her cheeks flame an addicting crimson.
Just seeing her like that nearly snaps my resolve.
I want to shove it down her throat just to wipe that innocent look off her face.
Want to see those lips stretched around my girth, tears streaming down her face as I fuck her mouth.
More than that, I want to cover her, head to toe, in my ropey shame.
Fuck. I hate that I crave it.
Time feels like it stops. We're both frozen, locked into this stalemate with no clear winners.
Once I'm far enough away for her to move, Lila scrambles over to the bed's edge and pulls the covers over, hiding every inch I've already seen, already committed to memory.
Still, she stares at me, her eyes studying every hard inch of my cock.
It's all too much. Snarling, I pull my hips backward, trying to defuse the situation, but nothing helps.
It juts out proudly, refusing to flag, still rock hard, still leaking, still fucking pulsing with every heartbeat.
I can't stand the way she just stares down at it, memorizing every thick, grotesque curve.
This has to stop. She's my stepsister for fuck's sake.
"Look away, you pervert," I eventually seethe as I yank my clothes from the floor.
With another soft growl, I stand there with my pants half-up, cock still out and dripping like a fucking traitor. Precum slides down the underside now, in a slow, glistening trail that pools at my balls before dripping to the floor.
Her eyes lock on it. Not blinking. Not moving. Mesmerized somehow. Like she's never seen fucking precum before. But that's ridiculous. Her forms made it seem like she was experienced.
Fuck. I need to cover up fully. I need to turn away. I need to do something other than allowing her to continue devouring me with her eyes.
Instead, the part of me that no longer seems to care forces me to stand there, letting her see me, showing her just how fucking hard she makes me. Letting her watch it throb and leak, allowing her to see exactly what she does to me.
Talk about pervert. I'm the one who should have that title.
I'm the one parading my cock around like an exhibitionist in heat.
For some deranged reason, I want her to know my body doesn't give a fuck about family lines or right and wrong.
I need her to know just how dangerous this is. Just how dangerous I am.
Her breath hitches. Small. Shaky. The scent of her slick spikes again. It's sharp, sweet, and fucking undeniable. The shape of her thighs press together under the comforter as she squirms, no doubt trying to relieve the ache between her legs. It drives me fucking crazy with every little shift.
"Nate…" she whimpers.
Her voice is barely a whisper. But I hear it. I fucking hear it.